I literally was meowing, batting their heads and arms with my pretend paws, and rubbing my head on their back.
I was trying to mix it up from the songs I had been creating. I am a pretty awful singer, but I love to belt out random lyrics with drama to wake my kids.
Think inspirational show tunes that involve metaphors for life with sailboats and wind.
(Yes, these are ORIGINAL songs. I realize I might be sitting on a multi-million dollar wake-up-your- kids music market here.)
Aiden hates them, Cole loves them.
If my children mostly remember me freaking out with a wooden spoon and yelling about towels on the floor, I hope my show tunes and the morning I acted like a cat to get them out of bed somehow stick too.
I really feel these random moments are my strength as a mother.
I'm desperately searching for ways to use my other strengths.
Or discover my other strengths.
I'm not sure if you are living under a rock or not, but if you are I am going to let you in on something.
Things out in the real world are tense and stressful right now.
The sense of the sky falling, real or not, is a lot of pressure for those of us that worry and fret and feel we will never do or be enough to help so we freeze in fear.
The information sorting and fact checking and dealing with everyone's emotions has been too much lately for me. I'm not good at it. Mostly I have been forced to retreat and read a lot less of the Facebook articles posted and say a lot of prayers.
It's admittedly not the best strategy for world changing, but is excellent for my sense of pretend sanity.
Since the beginning of the year (and possibly beginning of my adulthood,) I have been sorting through what I really want to do with myself and my time.
I have found I am really doing a great job attending those barre classes I love. My commitment to 5 times a week to work toward a new, fit Leslie is strong and progressing.
(Down one pants size....clean eating plus barre will be BIG changes for you folks if you want it.)
Unfortunately, Alex doesn't view my desire to attend barre classes as an appropriate reason to have regular childcare for Max, which may put a kink in my frequency of class attendance.
I carefully described that there is a ballet bar around the room which makes me believe I am a ballet dancer, and that I have new workout clothes.
He was unmoved.
He may have a point.
I need to figure something out.
During the month of December I took a contract project for my favorite fair trade, socially conscious jewelry and accessories company, Noonday Collection. It involved me writing some training for their upcoming sales conference.
It was a bit chaotic for me with the holiday happenings, but I LOVED having a project to work on like that. I love the company, I love the idea of talking to women about how to improve their businesses and working on personal growth, and I really loved having consistent childcare for Max so that I could work in exercise and some adult tasks.
I just finished that project last Saturday by speaking in front of 300 plus people for an hour. I never knew if I could do that and it scared me, but I loved it. I loved what I was talking about, I loved the chance to teach and entertain people, and I loved buying new Anthropologie to wear for the day.
An all around win.
How do I do that more?
I could do without the speaking on stage part constantly, but the rest filled such a hole I have had.
Who would like to hire me to talk to you? To inspire you?
Is this a job?
Do you think I could wear Anthropologie or my fun workout apparel?
Obviously there are some holes here for me.
In the meantime I am reading. I am pretending I have to do it for my "job."
Alex likes it when I pretend to work, but don't actually earn income.
He especially likes it when I buy things for my pretend job, like books or a pretty new bag that could hold my laptop for when I go to meetings or Starbucks to get some pretend work done. It's important to have the right tools.
My current book is titled, "You Are A Badass..." by Jen Sincere.
I'm only 54 pages in to my journey to "badass" but I just know I'm going to be amazing by the end of this book.
I bet I'll be able to act like a cat every morning to wake my kids.